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sofiasjornal · 3 months

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Again, silence. Then, “Aelin is my heart. I taught her what I knew, and it worked because our magics understood each other deep down - just as our souls did.”

Rowan 🥺🥺 Just let them be together 😭😭😭 why do they always have to be separated??

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crescentworld · 3 months

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“Why can’t your friend save her own kingdom?”

“Because she is dead!” She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. “Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!”

-Heir of Fire by Sarah J Maas

Omd the emotion that ran through me like I can’t do this

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reading-moongirl · 5 months

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i finished Queen of Shadows last night and now it’s time to do the tandem read of the Throne of Glass series ✨

Empire of Storms and Tower of Dawn

it took me one and a half hours to mark all the chapter with annotating tabs and it just so happened that my sister had the perfect matching colors for the two books ✨

im so proud of that result 😅✨

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wondereads · 11 months

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Weekly Reading Update (5/29/23)

Reviews and thoughts under the cut

Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Maas (7/10)

It took me a while to finish this book, but I got through it. It was a solid 7 for me, which is what I typically give average books. I think it moved way to slowly, and really could not have cared less about Dorian's whole thing, but there were parts I liked. I really enjoyed Manon's perspective—the wyverns are just so cool—I liked Aedion, and Aelin's finale was pretty good, even if I wasn't a huge fan of the build-up. I like that the romance seems to be taking a turn towards a slow burn, which I prefer infinitely to the meet-and-get-together-in-one-book approach that Maas often uses.

Island of Silence by Lisa McMann (8/10)

The first book of The Unwanteds is firmly average. It's fun to read, but it lacks something that makes it stand out, especially considering when it was published. That all changes in Island of Silence. While the first half of the book is just okay and there are some character choices that irk me, the second half is just batshit insane. All sorts of things are happening, including some great worldbuilding developments, and there's a huge plot twist at the end. It definitely makes you want to read the next book!

Code by Kathy and Brendan Reichs (8/10)

I really enjoy the Virals series. It's a candy series for me; not exactly great quality but so much fun to eat. The mysteries in these books are always so well-planned and researched; it's obvious the Reichs put a ton of effort into writing these. If you ever want to know some facts about Charleston, just read these books. I'm a fan of Tory Brennan, she's a relatable and likable protagonist, and I loved that the romantic subplot was getting more attention in this one. My one major complaint is that Tory seems to be shifting more and more in not-like-other-girls. In the first book, she at least had one other girl she was friends with/looked up to. Now most of her female interactions are limited to her dad's well-meaning but frankly idiotic girlfriend and her school bullies, which doesn't really make for an incredibly feminist narrative.

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System Vol. 4 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (10/10)

This book is after the main story has ceased and is a collection of short stories and extras that are basically just fanfiction. I loved it. It was cute, silly, and...steamy at times. I feel like after the third volume, which while great doesn't really have the time to delve into the main relationship, it's the perfect addition. It's pretty adorable to watch them become more comfortable around each other, and there's also some development for the secondary relationship and some side characters such as Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan. I enjoyed myself supremely.

Blood Bonds by J. Bree (CR, 51%)

I've made very little progress with this book since last week. I'm in no rush, and I've been craving a bit more substance. If you'd like to see my thoughts, check out the reading update from last week.

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros (CR, 25%)

This book has been hyped to the moon and back, so I'm kind of nervous! So far, it's pretty good. I like that the main character, Violet, is clever and uses that to her advantage, though I do find her personality, which is very stubborn and sassy, very similar to most other YA/NA protagonists. It's really obvious who the love interest is supposed to be, but I like him so far, and I also like that there's no instalove situation going on, even if Violet (fairly) finds him attractive. The worldbuilding is incredibly interesting—the way the dragons work and the different types are just right up my alley. I suspect that while everything right now is revolving around Violet simply living through the next three years, there's something more under the surface (there have already been hints of historical revisionism!).

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Wrong Wayne

Marinette was shocked when she got to work that day, at Wayne Enterprise. Someone had set up a desk and laptop, outside of Damian's office. Some random girl was sitting there, smiling.

Marinette walked over to the office and the girl jumped up from her desk.

"Mr. Wayne, isn't in." she smiled, "Do you have an appointment? I can let him know who you are when he arrives."

"And you are?" Marinette questioned.

"I'm Damian Wayne's newest secretary." she answered.

Marinette turned around and pulled her cell phone out. She immediately began to text Tim.

Coffee Buddy: We have a sitch in front of Damian's office. Bring up CCTV.

Espresso King: Who is that?

Coffee Buddy: Claims new secretary. Send security up and look thru footage. Must have moved someone's desk cuz I can still see my desk in the office.

Espresso King: Got it

Not a minute later, Damian stepped out of the elevator.

"Mr. Wayne, I-" the new secretary began.

"Who the fuck is this?" Damian asked.

The secretary panicked, "I-I didn't get her name! I'm very sorry! I-"

Damian glared at her, "Did I ask you? Marinette, who the fuck is this?"

"She claims to be your new secretary." Marinette answered, "Damian, you didn't tell me you were firing me."

The girl paled, further.

"You-You're stuff was cleared out!" she shouted, "It should be obvious now that you're no longer needed here!"

Marinette sighed, "My stuff is in Mr. Wayne's office."

Damian opened the door, allowing the girl to peer inside. As Marinette stated, there were two desks. One by the door, which she could tell belonged to his actual secretary. The other desk by the windows, must belong to Damian.

"Why?" she questioned.

"I'm barely here." Damian stated, "Marinette does most of the work to keep me updated. I'm here only when I need to be and only then."

Mari smiled, "You have a meeting in ten minutes. I left the details on your desk last night. It's with the board of directors for the new animal clinics on 5th and Main. There's a list on top of important bullet points for you to scan over on the first page."

Damian nodded as he headed to his desk. He picked up the packet and quickly started to read it over.

The lady looked around when security got on the floor. Marinette stood by as they put her in handcuffs.

"Why are you doing this?" she screamed, "I work for Mr. Wayne."

"No, you don't." stated Damian, "I do not know who you are. I tell every secretary, I fire, when it is their last two weeks. Miss Dupain-Cheng is by far, the best person to do the job assigned to her. I have no intention of letting her go."

"You bitch! You can't separate us now! We were meant to be!" the lady shouted, "You helped me that day at the Gala.. You picked up my bracelet after that jerk threw it!

"I rarely attend those annoying things." Damian spoke, "When I do, I tend to stay away from people. The last thing I would do is go out of my way for some trinket."

"We were ten." she smiled, "It was like a dream come true."

"I never stepped foot in Gotham until I was ten." the Wayne heir replied, "My first gala was at age thirteen."

"N-No!" she screamed, stomping her foot, " We met when we were ten!"

"You are likely thinking of one of the children my father adopted; liekly Drake." Damian announced, "He was the youngest Wayne before me."

"Drake?" the girl questioned.

"Timothy Drake-Wayne is the current Co-CEO with Mr. Bruce Wayne." Mari declared, "Timothy Drake became a Wayne at age twelve. Before that, he was heir to the Drake Industries. Mr. Wayne took him in after his parents past away and his step-mother was admitted to a facility in Bludhaven."

"Sharing my life story, Coffee Buddy?" Tim questioned, announcing himself, "We found out who the mystery secretary is. Her name is Maybel Evergreen. Her brother is a night guard. We're having GCPD heading to pick him up now."

"No!" Maybel screamed, "He didn't know about this! I told him I had a lot of work to do and wasn't given my badge, yet! He really thinks I work here! He's a single dad of a two year old. Please, I'll-I'll tell you everything just don't involve him!"

"We'll see if that's true." he spoke, walking away.

He made a call to GCPD to pick up the girl and leave the brother for leverage.

As he walked back to the sobbing lady, he looked her over, closely.

'She seems familiar.'

He snapped his fingers, gaining everyone's attention.

"Gold bracelet with opals." He called out.

"Told you." Damian muttered.

The lady looked at him shocked and nodded.

"Why did you harass my younger brother?" Tim questioned.

"Actually, she mixed you two up." Marinette explained.

"Us?" Tim asked, "Me?"

Damian sighed, annoyed, "She claims to have a crush on you since you helped her that day with her trinket. She wanted to 'help' you, too."

Tim blushed, "Oh, um, that's nice, but I'm afraid I'm seeing someone. His name is Bernard."

"Oh." she spoke, looking down at the floor.

"If you still....want to help, you can always apply." Tim offered.

"Really?" Maybel asked.

"You're dedicated; that's for sure." Tim chuckled, "You do still have to go to the GCPD and they can figure out what the damage is. Next time, just apply. I cannot guarantee that you will work with me, though."

Maybel smiled, "Thank you."

"Damian, you have a meeting in three." Marinette announced.

Damian locked the office and left with Marinette at his heels, reading over the packet.

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sofiasjornal · 3 months

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“He forgot Gavriel and Lorcan as he bolted for her - the gold and red and blue flames utterly hers, this heir of fire. Spying him at last, she smiled faintly. A queen's smile.”

AAAAAAAHHHHHH I JUST CANT WITH THIS BOOK!!!

Aelin is my hero, I swear! I have no words I just ahhhhhh!

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utterlyotterlyx · 2 months

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A Fate Inked In Starlight

Part Two

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Summary - After crashing into the Autumn Court with no idea who you are, where you are, or how you got there, Eris takes it upon himself to hide you and care for you with the help of the Night Court. That is until souls from other walks of life infiltrate Prythian searching for you.

Warnings - slight angst, some Eris fluff, Rhys changing his aggy tune, Az being intrigued.

Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five

"Your note said that you found a woman here?" Rhys asked as he stepped through the threshold of Fir Manor, his violet eyes prickling with intrigue as he glanced about the heirs personal home.

It was different to how they had expected it to be.

Artwork by various talents hung on the walls which were covered in a dark red, almost brown, wallpaper. Furniture was arranged neatly, a fire crackled against the wall, and an array of books lay splayed open on differing pages, none knowing which would be picked up and resumed next.

Rhys and Azriel found themselves surrounded by warmth, it radiated through the home, harmonised by the sound of angelic humming that the flames appeared to sway to.

The three males sat at the seating area before the fire, Eris on one of the plush armchairs easily big enough for two, the arm of it was slightly dented from where he constantly propped his feet atop it, usually when he was reading or being tormented by his hounds.

"I did. I sent her to bathe, and the healer left just before you both arrived," he watched them warily as they looked around the room.

Eris could hardly blame them for their intrigue, he had never welcomed anyone into Fir Manor, it was meant to be his refuge away from life. A personal haven of sorts. But he knew there was no other place he could take you where you'd be safe.

The air was tight with tension, Eris' relationship with the two males in the room with him had improved greatly as time had progressed and they saw him as more than just Beron's heir, but, it was still difficult at times.

Azriel didn't trust him at all. He knew why they had to support Eris, Beron was a cruel thing, an accumulation of all things foul in Prythian. With what had happened to Mor, Azriel didn't care for any cry that came from Autumn, only responding when Rhys commanded it.

"I call her Flora. It feels wrong for her to not have a name," the angelic hum continued to flow from a slightly ajar door upstairs, a wordless melody that had stuck to your lips and begged to be sang, even softly.

"She truly has no idea how she got here?" Azriel didn't look to the heir as he asked, his hazel eyes trained on the staircase to his right where the sweet song drifted, making his shadows dance around his forearms in ethereal delight.

"None. Though, I was hoping we could confirm that with your ability, Rhysand." It wasn't a question, more of a certainty, it was imperative that they knew the truth about you, if there was truly nothing in your mind.

Rhys hummed, his feet mindlessly tapping along to the melody that seemed to grow closer and increase in volume, "Only if she agrees. I'm not here to force her to do anything she doesn't wish to."

"Good," Eris leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, "I wouldn't let you if you even tried."

"Why?" Azriel tore his gaze away from the stairs, needing to know why Eris wouldn't let them do what was necessary to decipher your intentions.

Eris' amber orbs glowed in the firelight, dangerous and unyielding, "You'll see."

As if on cue, you appeared at the bottom of the stairs, your hair and skin now free from dirt and dried blood, the cuts on your neck healed and vanished, and a healthy rosed pink tinge to your cheeks. Azriel saw you faintly, the ocean blue pools with currents of molten gold running through them shining through the shadows, and damp pearlescent blonde hair that easily reached the bottom of your spine.

"Hello," you spoke, your voice was so gentle, so innocent as you examined the two new males in the manor. Both winged things, dark hair, black swirling tattoos across their shoulders, chests, and arms. A blue light pulsated, it thrummed with power, much like your own did.

As if sensing your fear, Eris rose to his feet, "It's alright," he coaxed into the shadows, the fire cascading its glow over his figure. Eris looked different, you knew he was muscular but you didn't realise just how sculpted he was as he stood there ridded of his jacket and stood only in his brown briefs and open collared cream shirt. "They're friends. I asked them to come and help."

That being all the security you needed, you stepped out from the shadow, allowing the warmth of the firelight to wrap around you whilst you fiddled with your fingernails.

All of their eyes went wide as they took you in, then the sets belonging to Eris' companions flew to him, the look on his own face confirming that he didn't already know of the thing that had concerned them.

You stood before them, a sheer deep red dress pooling at your feet, they could make out the peaks of your nipples, not like they were searching for them. They were too focused on a much more pressing matter.

Azriel couldn't blame Eris for not noticing, it's not like the heir had watched you undress with his own eyes. But as you stood before them, Azriel truly didn't know what to do next, and that had never been a problem he'd faced before. Your skin was covered in marks, tiny little archaic sketches that started at your shoulders and ended at your feet, no patch of skin was left bare apart from your face and the palms of your hands.

None of them had ever seen anything like it.

They weren't a million of miniscule interlinked tattoos, they were scars, thousands of them stacked upon one another, all healed over to mere bumps of flesh.

"I'm Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, and Azriel is my spymaster," Eris and Azriel were thankful that Rhys was the first to break the heavy silence, neither of them knew what to say, "I have a power that allows me to look into minds. I was wondering if you'd allow me into yours, that we may somehow figure out where you came from?"

You looked to Eris, the one that you trusted the most in the room, "It won't hurt, will it?"

Azriel watched your lips move as you spoke, he allowed his gaze to travel down your frame, around the curves of your hips, until he found the marred rings of flesh around your wrists. It was a stare that you caught, and he felt that familiar pang of sadness when you hid them behind your back.

"No," Eris told you, he was sure, he was certain, "Rhys has done it to me many times before. It's just to give us some clarity, that's all. Then we can figure out how to best help you," you took his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead you to the armchair where he once sat, the warmth of his body heat cushioning your nerves.

Duke nestled himself at your feet, dragging his head so that is rested on top of your bare toes. The room shifted, and you found Rhys kneeling in front of you, vibrant violet burrowing into your face, he was tight lipped and raised a slow hand to grasp the back of your neck, the sensation of his touch made you gasp.

Then the violet glazed over, you felt the claws asking for permission at the forefront of your consciousness and you let them in without a fight. It was odd, to have someone scouring through your brain, to feel them slip in and out of every crevasse and chamber.

Azriel watched you with a fierce intensity, your gaze hadn't left Rhys' face for even a moment, though your eyebrows did occasionally twitch close together in discomfort. Then blood, fresh, bright red blood began to seep from your nose, a sign that Rhys was pushing too deeply in the wrong direction.

"Rhys," Azriel called over, Eris had perched on the arm of the chair, his hands curled around your shoulders gently. His High Lord froze, as if awaiting the rest of the call, "You're hurting her."

Immediately, Rhys' talons retracted from your mind and his eyes returned to their vibrant hue, "Fascinating," he mumbled to no one in particular as his thumb reached to wipe away the single thread of blood that had escaped your nose, "There was nothing in there," he turned to Azriel and told him, more freaked out than threatened, then he turned back to you, "You have a shield in your mind, protecting a certain chamber of it. It was like an ocean reflecting the night sky, rippling with motion and littered with stars. It did not want to let me in."

Azriel could picture it. A canvas rippling with life that embodied the calmness that only the Summer waters possessed, flecked with bright stars in a kaleidoscope of hues. He imagined it was a peaceful shield to come into contact with, perhaps even the most peaceful shield Rhys had ever seen.

A defeated look took over your face, those doe eyes creasing downward as you turned into Eris.

"We'll help you, Flora." Eris told you, forcing you to look into him, to see that he wasn't lying.

"Flora?"

Eris winced, nervously scratching the back of his neck, "Yes. You don't have a name and I didn't want to call you nothing," he rambled in a way you found rather sweet, "Flora suits you, but obviously you can choose whatever name you'd like-"

Your hand moving to his thigh was enough to stop more words from tumbling from his mouth, "Flora," you repeated the name, humming in agreement, "I like it."

Rhys stood from his place in front of you, and you realised then just how big he was as the shadows of his wings cast down on you. There was a fondness laced in his expression, "We'll do all that we can to help you. In the meantime, we should discuss living arrangements?"

"Living arrangements?" The question seemed silly to Rhys, but of course, you had no idea of the danger you were in whilst in the Autumn Court. You knew nothing of its High Lord and the brimming hatred he held toward anyone and anything.

Doe eyed and beautiful or not, Beron would hurt you if he found you in his lands.

"She's staying with me, Rhys," Eris told him curtly, making a point that it was not up for discussion.

Eris was by no means holding a claim over you, he just wished for you to be as comfortable as possible, and given the melodic humming floating through his home a short while ago, he was confident in thinking that Fir Manor was the best place to house you.

You sat still as the pair stared intently at one another whilst Azriel kept his gaze on you. Tilting your head to the side, like Eris had done when he found you, you smiled, the act growing on your lips as his shadows slithered across the floor and curled around your ankles and hiked up your calves. They were in awe of you. Complete and total adoration.

Once they had returned to him, they only whispered of your beauty and kind soul, of their need to hear your song once more.

"You will keep in touch then," Rhys bit, clearly not happy at the arrangements made between himself and Eris, "And if Flora ever needs another place to go, you will write to me and either myself or Azriel will come."

You and Eris sat on opposite ends of the sofa, twin blankets draped over your legs with a bundle of Eris' hounds in the space between all laying in different directions and positions.

Eris' head kept on lifting toward you, the poor book in his hands getting little to no attention as he examined your face. Your hair had been dried by the fire, it held a shine to it that he'd never seen before, strands kept on falling over your cheeks, and you continued to push them behind your ears with a slight frown, doing your best to concentrate on your own book that Eris had given to you.

The silence was comfortable, crickets creaked from beyond the window and the fireflies drifted around the edges of the estate. A gentle breeze wafted through your hair, filling the room with your scent, and Eris didn't mind it one bit.

"You're staring," you noted aloud before meeting his eye, "Is something on my face?"

The innocence of you made him smile, a genuine one, one of pure wonderment and curiosity, "No," he mused, "I'm just trying to figure you out."

Amusement huffed through you, "Let me know what you find?"

"Always," you mirrored his smile, your eyes sparkling in the golden orange hue from the dimly lit fire as the day caught up with you, a yawn pulling at your mouth and limbs, causing you to stretch and emit some sleep deprived whines, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Let me take you to your room," Eris stood quickly, ignoring the grumbles of his hounds at the shifting of weight which had interrupted their naps. Eris was sincere, cradling your hand into the indent of his elbow as he led you from the room.

Fir Manor was a spectacle you had to see to truly experience it. Warmth trickled through every part of the home, rich red brown walls, oak tables and furnishings, plush beds and bay windows, a library so full that books lay stacked in piles around the room. Various artworks were carefully placed about the halls and bedrooms, some more grand than others, but each told its own story, and you felt yourself delving into each one that Eris led you past.

Light chatter had enveloped you and you had learned that Eris was the eldest son of the Autumn High Lord, that he was next to ascend to the title, and that Fir Manor was his and his alone.

"Does it ever get lonely? Having all of this incredible space but no one to share it with?"

Eris contemplated your question, and you wanted to retract it entirely when you saw that glimmer of tainted hope in him, "I hope that one day I will have someone to share this all with. All of this grandeur and power means nothing if you're alone." Eris paused before asking, "Do you want a family?"

You slowed to a stop before a pair of large oak doors, kissed with intricate carvings and swirls; you faced Eris, letting his whisky amber stare pour into you, "I think I would like one, yes. Maybe one day."

A breath lodged itself in his throat, he surveyed you, truly surveyed you, he noticed the faint freckles pecking your nose, how long your eyelashes were as they fluttered at him, he etched the peak of your cupid's bow to his memory.

"This will be yours for however long you wish to stay," he opened the door to the room and you stepped inside with mouth agape and words failing to rise from your heart.

The room was magnificent.

A large four-poster bed pleaded for your attention, adorned with a textured orange comforter and white pillows, thin white curtains danced in the gentle breeze from the open window, and candles lit the room in a dull light. Beneath your feet lay a fluffy brown rug, a small seating area rested to the left of the room, an oak coffee table with a matching dresser and dressing table. To the right of the room, peering out at you from the open door lay the most opulent bathroom you had ever seen, a tub deep enough to fit all of Eris' hounds sat before a floor to ceiling window that gave the owner a spectacular view of the gardens and forest beyond the estate. Everything gleamed in the soft light, every ripple of gold in the white marble glittering against the ceiling.

"What if I never wish to leave?" Eris stood just in the threshold of the room, not wanting to impose on your privacy despite the fact that he owned the place.

"I'd be okay with that," he watched you turn in your place, he watched you twirl with your arms outstretched, peaceful joy clear on your relaxed face, "My room is at the end of the hall, on the right, if you need anything."

"Thank you, Eris. You didn't have to do all of this," you were genuine, perhaps the most genuine creature he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. "I'm very glad that it was you who found me today."

Eris was already closing the door to the room when you had spoke, he turned his head, smirking at you over his shoulder, "So am I, Little Flower."

That night, Eris lay awake staring at his cream ceiling, a hand on his chest rubbing gentle circles into the skin over his rapidly thundering heart. Eris lay there, lay there clueless to the beings who were pounding against the windows of Prythian, around his home, desperate to break through and take back what was theirs.

Authors Note

Luckily, part two was already started in my drafts and I've been in a great mood today so decided to finish it. I'm thinking about posting once or twice a week for this series, fully just depends on what else I add to my fanfic list.

I love a fluffy Eris too much btw 🥹

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crescentworld · 3 months

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“Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.”

- Heir of Fire by Sarah J Mass

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emilykaldwen · 2 months

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Fic Recs!

I decided to grab a few fics that I was recently introduced to as well as fics I haven't seen get a lot of traction in the space. This is just a personal list that I wanted to share!

@corporalicent's Rhaenicent Fics at AO3 - Cata is a beast when it comes to writing this ship (as well as other fandoms!) and has some really creative AUs out there: I mean come on: Nun!Rhaenyra and Novice!Alicent? We're here for that!

@lullaebies GenderSwapped!Green Kids AU Protector of the Realm on AO3 - So Helaena is now the only *son* of Viserys and Alicent, and Aegon/Aemond/Daeron were born girls. How intriguing is that! They are on a break for right now but go give that fic a look! Not to mention they write Aegon III/Jaehaera content that I just think is chef's kiss.

@dragonsoftheeast Firebender!Targaryen/No Dragons Dance AU Fire Made Flesh on AO3 - Um Hi, Helaena being the one to lose the eye? Actual good political matches. Unparralelled usage of High Valyrian and Valyrian Culture world building???? Sign me the fuck up! Dote is an amazing crafter of such a unique and fantastic canon divergence and I am constantly surprised more people aren't squealing about this amazing story that packs in so many twists and turns and is truly so thoughtful.

@theothermaidoftarth writing some Baela/Daeron and is currently working on Nettles/Cregan check out Song for Evermore on AO3 - Rare Pairs are a precious thing in any fandom and my girl is killing it with some fascinating ideas and utterly fantastic characterizations. We love IC AUs!

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Mr.President (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)- Part 3 (Final Part)

This is part three (Final), but you can read part 1 and part 2 here.

Summary: Reader is the daughter of the Plinth family currently studying at a University and has started working for the young President Snow. Story is presumed to be taking place 10 years after the events of TBOSAS. Reader doesn’t know about what Coryo did to her brother Sejanus. Likely the story will divide up to 2 or max. 3 parts since I was planning a one shot, but it ended up being too long and still writing.

Warning: ***A bit of violence and blood in this part, plus some angst as a bonus!***There is a bit of age gap between the reader and Coryo. Since Coryo is the young president, he is currently 28 years old in this fic whereas the reader is a young adult in university so around 20 years old roughly. Plus, Coryo is a whole ass red flag himself.

Weeks went by and you heard nothing from President Snow. You were given a notice that barred you from coming to work temporarily due to the incident at the Gala. In the meantime, you had written your finals and passed every subject with flying colours. But despite everything, your mind went back to him. Was he okay? Did he catch the person responsible for the attack? Why did he not want you around? Was it something you did? Those questions that your brain came up with were starting to drive you insane.

Every second of the day you were thinking back to the president and each time those thoughts crept into your mind, the more they grew and expanded and became even more overwhelming. You were wondering about his whereabouts, his well-being, the perpetrator as well as the reasoning behind his actions. Despite your exams being over, your mind was still thinking back to that night with little to no relief.

But why should you care about him? Especially about Coriolanus Snow out of all the people living in the Capitol. Who even is he to you anyways? He might be the president of Panem, but he took everything from you! Your parents made him the heir after your brother died, not you. You should hate him and his stuck-up attitude! But for some reason, you couldn't. You knew that there was more to Coriolanus Snow than what he showed at surface level to the world, but despite spending months with him, you still couldn't figure him out. Your mind was enslaved by his presence; his smug face and smirk, his haunting cold eyes, his scent which was a mix of cologne and roses, and his gorgeous lips that you almost kissed that night. Your heart automatically fluttered whenever you heard his name from people around you or from the national news on the TV. Your surroundings could not get rid of him even if you wanted to. You were cursed because you liked him despite not wanting to. You liked Coriolanus Snow.

Even with his presence haunting you at every turn, there was no denying that you liked him even if you tried. You hated that fact and desperately tried to make yourself despise his name instead of love, but nothing worked. It was a constant struggle every time to try and suppress your feelings for him because you knew they could never be reciprocated, especially with him being the president. You wanted to hate him and try to move on but when you heard him referenced by the news or your closest friends, your heart fluttered with a mix of both nervousness and excitement.

You sat in the living room, scrolling through the channels on the TV using the remote in your hand while your mother instructed the maid about what to cook for dinner tonight. You were currently on break from the University since your finals were done, and there was no news from President Snow on calling you back to work. Is this his way of firing you? You thought to yourself. But quickly shake off the thought. Surely, he would give you notice if he intended on firing you. Right?

The days without any news felt endless and you could already feel how the boredom was starting to seep into you. Just thinking about the possibility of him potentially firing you made your stomach drop to the ground. You were hoping for news about your return, but you couldn't help but wonder if the lack of communication was a way of getting rid of you. You had a lot of free time, but your mind was still too preoccupied with the thought of Coriolanus Snow to even focus on anything else.

One day you just had enough and telling your mom, that you were going to a friend's house, you slipped out of your home in the late evening to head over to the President's mansion.

The walk to the President's mansion felt like a lifetime with all those thoughts still swirling in your head and despite being in the dark, you couldn't feel any fear as you made that lonely trek. Your mind started to slow down as you started overthinking how this was a bad idea but the urge to see him again took precedence over your logical side.

You reached the gates of the Snow mansion. Before you could enter, the security guards standing there blocked your way while mentioning that President Snow wasn't accepting any visitors at this time. You felt a small shockwave of panic wash over you, but you clenched your hands into fists as you tried to calm down and tried to muster courage as you came up with an excuse to bypass the guards. "I think you don't know who you're talking to. My name is Yura Plinth, daughter of Strabo Plinth. The president knows me very well. I'm sure that you wouldn't want any trouble with my father by denying me entrance. Plus, I also work with the president and he... he needs me." You mention confidently although you were completely anxious on the inside.

Your lie seemed to work as the guard looked away for a moment before looking straight at you with a hint of doubt on his face. It didn't take long before he gave a quick glance to the other guards who all seemed to give quick glances at each other before they stepped aside and let you go through. The lie had worked, and you immediately felt the rush of euphoria over being able to slip past the guards and enter the President's mansion once again.

You let out a breath of relief once you enter the gates and subsequently, pass through the doors of the mansion. You heard voices of men laughing as you snuck inside the entrance doors, the sounds appeared to be coming from the living room. You took slow steps forward and hid behind a pillar as you saw Coriolanus sitting in his living room with three other men, who looked quite powerful.

The three men were dressed in fancy suits, their hairs combed with hair gel all in a similar style, one of them held a cigar between their fingers and a cup of tea in another. While the other two also held similar cups of tea; one of the two displaying a golden tooth in his mouth as he grinned an ugly wide smile at the President. Coriolanus Snow just smiled at the men like they were good friends, while he held a cup of tea between his two hands as well. Maybe this was not a good time after all, you thought to yourself. You weren't exactly expecting other visitors at his house. The three men converse about random things for a couple more minutes while taking sips of their tea. Meanwhile you were thinking of a way to get out of the house without seeking any unwanted attention.

But suddenly Coriolanus' friendly smile transformed into a calculating smirk as he proceeded to take a sip from his cup himself. The three men suddenly started coughing profusely, their lips and mouths overflowed with blood, disgusting sounds of choking and gurgling fills the room. Your eyes watch in horror as the colour of their skin changed to a light shade of blue. Coriolanus' smirk gets only wider as he watched the men in front of him suffer, not doing anything to change their already doomed fates. He watches them struggle to breath and fight for life, but it was futile because the poison had already completed its course. Eventually, the men succumbed to the effects of the poison, and their bodies remained completely still. The room was filled with a deadly silence.

Coriolanus put his cup of tea down as he started coughing as well, but he just took out a white handkerchief from the front pocket of his grey cuffed shirt that already had a white rose tucked in it as well. He used the cloth to wipe away some of the blood that was coming from his mouth, but his face remained unphased by it as he wiped away the blood. The white cloth was now tainted a murderous crimson red. His lips matched the colour of handkerchief with a slightly darker shade as his lips still had a tinge of blood on it, but his face now held a dark expression as he looked at the dead bodies in front of him while he sat on his sofa, perfectly composed and relaxed.

The scene in front of you was so traumatizing that you couldn't help but feel yourself freeze in your tracks as you sat there behind the pillar watching the whole thing happen. The three men who were once laughing and seemed to be having a good time with the president were now dead and Coriolanus was acting as if it wasn't a serious thing at all. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched him casually cleaning the blood stains off his mouth and just sat there on his sofa looking at the deceased bodies with a blank cold expression.

You had to leave. You told yourself. Your fingers trembled in fear as you took slow steps backwards, but your plan immediately failed when you collide against a vase holding white roses and it falls on the ground with a crash. The sound immediately catches Coriolanus' attention, and his gaze falls on top of your frightened form.

You were completely stunned and speechless with fear now because you had been caught and you had no idea what would happen next. You had been seen and it seemed as if you were in complete danger. Coriolanus' gaze was on you and every second you stood there it was as if his stare was burning a hole through your body because you felt so uncomfortable and so scared at the same time.

You remain completely still as he took slow steps towards you. Your mind told you to run, but your feet remained in one place as if they were submerged in cement. Your chest felt heavy with fear, and your breaths quickened whereas your mind tried to come up with ways to escape, but you just couldn't do anything. Your hands remained in tight fists, and you could feel your nails pinching hard into your skin leaving marks. You almost wished that this was a nightmare that you could awaken from, but it just became more horribly apparent that this was all real when you felt the chilly air of his breath cast upon you as he came to stand in front of you, his figure towering over yours, making you feel small. Like a prey in front of his predator.

With your body completely frozen you just stayed where you were and hoped he would pass you and not do anything else. Your breath was quick and shallow as your mind raced through millions of possibilities of what he was about to do. Coriolanus didn't speak a word as he stood there looming over you, but you could see his eyes and the way they were glued onto your face made your stomach flip.

His head leaned down towards you as he opened his mouth to speak, his breath smelled like blood and roses, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust, but you couldn't do anything to move away. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice textured in a scary dark tone.

The smell of blood and roses overwhelmed your senses almost making you retch from his breath seeping into your nose the moment he asked the question. With your mouth slightly opened, you couldn’t say a word as your eyes remained glued on his. The smell of blood was so grotesque that your stomach started to turn, and you felt nauseated as you tried to focus your mind on something other than everything that was happening, but it was just too much.

But at the same time, his voice seemed to have broken the trance you were in as you come to your senses and immediately turn around to sprint towards the door to escape.

The moment the spell was broken, and your focus was back, you tried looking for ways to leave the living room and the mansion immediately. You sprinted forward with the intent to get away from him, but he was swift enough to grab your wrist and stop you before you got too far. You immediately froze and felt a surge of panic start running through your body again as you tried to pull away from his tight grip.

"Let go!" You screamed, as you began to hyperventilate, but his grip only tightens in return no matter how much you hit and scratch his skin in attempts to make him let go. His face wears a look of irritation and a bit of anger of having to deal with you, but he just uses his strength which effortlessly pulls you into him. His other arm wraps around your waist securely to keep your body against his while the other still grasps your wrist tightly.

You tried to wriggle free, but it was no use as he pulled you in towards him and held you securely in his grasp. His hold was tight and strong as he seemed to have no intention of letting you go. His touch felt cold and damp because of the blood that was staining his white coat and white rose that was stashed in the coat pocket. Your chest felt like it was constricting completely, and it was getting difficult to breathe as he pressed his body against yours with a firm grip towards your wrist.

He still maintained his stoic expression, his hair perfectly made, and he remained like a true politician to you. Cunning and calm. You eventually stopped moving as you looked him in the eyes, feeling scared since you could only find a blank stare, you glanced down at his lips which were stained with crimson blood, and you just felt repelled, disgusted with yourself that you shared feelings for this person. This monster that held you in his grasp.

Your eyes darted down to the blood that was staining his lips and for a moment you could swear that you could see a smug smile spreading across his face as if he liked the way you reacted to his lips. Your body felt cold as he tightened his hold on you but then he suddenly began to lean in close towards you.

You only leaned your head backwards in response.

Your eyes remained glued to his as he slowly leaned closer to you to the point that you could feel his breath against your skin now. His breath was so heavy that it was hot and made you want to gag. Your eyes were frozen in place until his face was inches away from your own. He brought his face so close that his lips were almost touching your own.

"Stop." You said in a hoarse voice, his lips lightly brushing against yours and the tip of your nose lightly touched his. You looked up at his eyes again and clear your throat. "And let. Me. Go." You demanded, emphasizing each word carefully.

Coriolanus pulled back slightly as his lips moved away from yours, but his stare remained fixed on yours as if he was examining every single detail of your face. His eyes looked like two piercing needles directed towards your eyes as he spoke slowly and in an oddly charming voice. "Let you go?" he repeated with a smirk on his face. "My dear, why would I do that?"

You were at lost for words at the unexpected response from him. It was ironic that in this situation, he was trying to charm you. You were nervous tripping over your words as you tried to maintain your composure while still being in his arms. His handsome face holding a wicked smile, taunting you, but you still repeated your words, nevertheless.

Coriolanus laughed softly at how taken aback by his response you were and how his mere words and presence completely made you uneasy. He leaned his face down towards you once more as his voice lowered and became slightly more seductive. "Oh, my dear," he slowly spoke as he ran a single finger across your lips, "I have every reason in the world to keep you here with me."

A chill ran down your spine, and it was pathetic the way your body reacted to him. It was like a fly caught in a spider web. There was absolutely no way out of this. "You're a murderer." You state the obvious.

Coriolanus remained silent and still before he chuckled softly and let his free arm wander down and rest against your hip. "There are many ways to look at my actions," he began to say as he spoke slowly and softly yet seductively again, "in some's eyes, I might be called a murderer, sure. But I am simply a man doing what needs to be done to ensure peace and an orderly country."

You scoff at his reasoning to defend his actions as you continue to struggle against his grip. "How exactly is murdering people however you want an act of peace?"

Coriolanus was amused to see that you were trying so hard to get away from him and he just couldn't help but smirk in excitement and pleasure. He looked down at you as he leaned in closer once more and spoke quietly yet firmly. "My dear," he began to say slowly as he spoke in a way that almost sounded soothing, yet you could feel the tension and the danger in the air, "there are some people that deserve their punishment for what they have done."

"And what exactly did these people do to be punished." He smirked in delight as you asked him this question. "I don't exactly need to explain my reasons to you, but I won't lie to you. Remember the attack on me on the night of the Gala? Well, these fools had a part to play in it, and so they've had to pay the price." He leaned forward, his lips pressed against your ear as his voice lowered into a tender whisper. "Remember my dear, Snow always lands on top."

Coriolanus' words sent a chill down your spine as he leaned in towards your ear and began to whisper softly with such a sensual and almost dangerous voice that made you feel like he was going to kiss you. When you listened to his words, they sounded quite convincing and almost as if every justification he had given you was true. Your heartbeat fastened and it almost felt like you could get lost in this moment with him if you wanted to.

But when you looked in his eyes, there was a strange glint that you just couldn't figure out. He looked at your lips again and leaned towards them. His nose brushing past yours as his lips came closer. You could feel the heat of his breath against your nose and face as he was just inches away from your lips. His lips felt like they were about to brush past yours again and it made your heart beat even faster as your breath started to become more shallow and less controlled.

"Coriolanus?" You whispered, hesitantly saying his first name, and not calling him in a formal manner like you normally do.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow as he heard you whisper his first name. It made his eyes spark with curiosity as he looked down at you with a smug and amused expression. He chuckled softly and continued to hover his lips nearby you and it was as if he was almost enjoying the anticipation more than the actual act itself.

The sudden question had arrived in your mind as quickly as the regretful words left your mouth. "Did you have something to do with my brother's execution?"

Coriolanus froze for a split second with his lips hovering close towards you as your question seemed to halt his movements for a moment. You could see the smirk on his face begin to disappear as his expression turned cold and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes," he finally answered bluntly, "yes I did."

You were at loss for words because of his confession and simultaneously with his subsequent actions when he connects his lips with yours, kissing you deeply.

Coriolanus' lips felt warm and almost too perfect as he forcefully kissed you like your body was some type of possession that he could have and use whenever he wanted to. His grip tightened as he pushed his body even closer towards you and his tongue began to enter your mouth. The kiss was so abrupt and aggressive that you could hardly react fast enough to what he was doing.

You felt disoriented because of him. You try pushing him away, but he continues to force himself on you.

Coriolanus' grip remains firm and tight as he pulls your body closer to him while his lips continue to move roughly against yours. The aggression that he displayed was unlike anything you could have imagined as his hands begin roaming all over your body.

Eventually, you find yourself giving in and you kiss him back, your hands holding onto his shirt between your fingers as his hand that was holding your wrist lets go to grip your hips.

Coriolanus seemed so caught up in the kiss that you felt as if you could do anything that you wanted to do to him. His arms wrapped around you, and he pushes you back against a wall while one of his hands leaves your hip to move around your waist once more. His hands start to roam all around you as his tongue continues to slip into your mouth while you could feel his body slowly pushing you up against the wall.

He uses the wall to his advantage, as he keeps you pressed against it with his body, His palms placed on the walls on either side of your body as he continues to kiss you passionately.

He doesn’t seem to mind how his body pinned against your and seemed to push you further in the wall. His hands hold you in place and his tongue continues to probe deeply inside your mouth. Even though you knew that what he was doing was wrong, you couldn't deny how hot it was either.

His lips momentarily leave yours to catch your breaths. Both of you panting heavily from what had just happened. Your face turns into a shade of pink upon an unbelievable realization of what you just did. His eyes had changed into a darker shade than the one before as they remained focused on you.

Coriolanus leans back slightly from the kiss, and you could see a smug and cruel smile on his face as you meet his cold and calculated stare. He smirks as the realization of what had just occurred sinks into your mind, and in that moment, he looked like even more of a predator than ever before. The smile on his face continues to grow larger as he runs his fingers through your hair.

You were a despicable person. You think to yourself. You just made out with a person who had played a part in your brother's death. What kind of person were you? On the other hand, another part of you didn't believe that what you just did was wrong at all. After all, Sejanus was already dead. Coriolanus was still alive and more importantly, he was the president. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't do anything against him. The odds would still be in his favour, and he wouldn't need to do much at all for you and the rest of your family to have the same fate as

Sejanus.

Coriolanus' smug and cruel smile slowly shifts into a sadistic look as he saw your face turn into one of panic and regret. He holds your waist firmly with one hand and uses his other hand to gently cup the back of your head. Your breathing begins to accelerate and your heart starts to beat even faster as a rush of fear and insecurity washes over you. Coriolanus knew that he had complete and utter authority over you after what you just did, and this knowledge seemed to turn him on even more.

"I need to go." You said firmly, you licked your bottom lip, feeling a bit of metallic taste on it and then you realized that its Snow's blood from his lips that had transferred to you from the kiss.

Coriolanus didn't respond or utter a word and he simply gave you a subtle smirk as if he was expecting you to try to run away from him after what happened. His grip remained firm as he lifted your face back up towards his and his eyes were full of such an intense thirst for control. When you licked the metallic taste from your bottom lip, Coriolanus' eyes followed your movement, and he smirked once more as his face got even closer towards yours.

"My parents are probably wondering where I am. So, I must go." You try to explain.

Coriolanus chuckles softly and continued his hold on you as he places a gentle kiss on your cheek like he was completely mocking you. "Your parents?" he repeated softly with a sadistic and smug smile slowly spreading across his face. His eyes wanders all over your body as he continued to hold you hostage against the wall.

You nod. "I told them that I would be here to ask you about my job status." You lied. "So, if I stay here too long, they might just come here looking for me."

Coriolanus' eyes begin to glow with excitement and amusement as he lifts his head once more and moves his face very close towards yours again. His stare was intense, penetrating yet oddly seductive and he leans into you again as his lips kiss your neck softly yet intimately. "And just what makes you think that I would even let you leave?"

"I'm a Plinth after all, I can't just disappear from the Capitol. People would know."

Coriolanus' eyes widens and sparkle with even more amusement and excitement as his lips pause their journey down to your neck. His grip on your body remains firm as his lips move towards your ear and his voice turns into a whisper once more. "And you don't understand just how precious you are to me."

His words made you feel warm and excited on the inside even though they shouldn't. You couldn't trust him. Right? "If I'm precious to you then why were you ignoring me for weeks? Ever since the Gala, you haven't spoken to me. You've completely shun me." You said, trying to change the topic.

Coriolanus' expression turns more smug and cruel as he lets his hands wander up into your hair and his grip tightens, the pull tugging your scalp slightly. He continues to speak in a soft whisper. "You wouldn't understand my reasons for doing so and that's exactly why I did it. You see it's just another one of the many ways I possess control over you."

"Did you think I was responsible for the attack? Is that why?" You asked, persistent in knowing his answer.

Coriolanus takes a step back and turns his head slightly before responding to your question finally with arrogance dripping from his words and tone of voice. "I know that you weren't responsible for the attack, but I felt it best to distance myself from you for a while until the whole situation died down."

"But why?"

Coriolanus' eyes flashes with annoyance as he looks at you with a look that you couldn't quite decipher. "Because I thought it was best to. Why do you think that I have to explain myself to you?"

You quickly shut up from fear of angering him since you didn't want to risk facing any sort of consequences that you would soon end up regretting. "What are you going to do with me now? Will you kill me for witnessing your murders?"

Coriolanus' eyes narrow and he slowly begins to lean into you once more with that wicked and almost sadistic look on his face. "No," he whispered softly, not taking the threat too seriously and enjoying the fear and uneasiness that you were beginning to exhibit. "Your death would be a waste for me, and I have a better use for you."

You don't dare ask him any further questions because you no longer wanted to know anything else. "It's getting late. I must leave now. When should I come to work again?" You ask, trying to be normal like none of this ever happened.

Coriolanus gives you a gentle and light kiss on the lips before he finally lets you go completely. "Tomorrow at 9 am. Don't be late. You'll need to be there early before anyone can see me talk to you again," he instructed, maintaining that smug and self-satisfied look on his face as he spoke to you.

"Yes. President Snow. I promise to be on time." Those are the last words you say to him. You give one last look to him and turn around to walk out of his house, but as you turn around, you get glimpse of the dead bodies again making you shudder inside quietly as you make your way outside of the Snow mansion. Coriolanus’ gaze follows the curve of your back with his eyes one last time before you stepped out of the mansion and slowly made your way back home. Your face was filled with all sorts of emotions, fear, anger, confusion, betrayal and disgust.

You walk back home slowly, reflecting on everything that happened today and trying to forget about it. Tomorrow will be a new day, and you will ignore everything the president does with a blind eye and will continue to do that for the future as well.

***Few years later***

Few years later, you were now in charge of handling your Plinth family business and were a significant part of the Capitol elite society. You no longer worked with President Snow, but still saw him at parties and other social events. You were working in your office when you suddenly received an invitation card delivered by your assistant. You opened the envelope, and you saw a card invitation to an engagement party. A couple days go by, and you arrive at extravagant engagement ceremony being taken place at the Snow mansion. You see him again, dressed in a fitting black suit which narrowed at his waist, showing off the outline of his fit body. His blonde curls were combed to perfection, and his mouth twisted in a smirk when his haunting blue eyes find yours.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. Everything about him, from his sharp and piercing gaze to his elegant and stylish attire, seemed to exude an aura of dominance and authority that just couldn't be ignored. His blue eyes met yours as he gave you that haunting smirk and, in that moment, the tension in the air was nearly palpable. You had no desire to be anywhere but, in his arms, and although he had already captured your heart and mind, you couldn't help but still feel slightly cautious.

The engagement ceremony takes place, and you can feel your chest tighten when he places the engagement ring on the finger of Livia Cardew, who gloated at the sight of the diamond ring. A tear falls from your eye when she does the same to him, but you quickly wipe it away to not get noticed by anyone. You had known this man inside and out, you knew how terrible of a human being he was, you knew what he was capable. But, despite all of this, why did it still hurt you to see him with someone else? Maybe you deserved it because after you had witnessed all his wrongdoings and still decided to ignore them. After everyone clapped for the new "happy" couple, you decided to exit through the crowd to leave the party. You were starting to feel sick.

You watched the guests at the luxurious and extravagant engagement party congratulate the president and his fiancé gleefully as your stomach churned and the sick feeling slowly took hold of your body. You felt as if the world was crumbling around you as you watched him start a new chapter in his life with someone else. Why was this so hard to accept? Why did the feelings of betrayal and rejection slowly begin to seep their way into your heart and mind as you slowly made your way throughout the crowd and out of the mansion?

You hear his voice call out your name once you were near the gate and you slowly turn to face him.

Coriolanus was still wearing that smug and confident look on his face as his eyes traced every inch of your face. His lips curled into a small smirk and the blue of his eyes had an almost mesmerizing quality to them. You couldn't help but feel completely drawn to his presence and your heart began to beat quickly as he approached you.

You gave him your best smile in return to keep up with the facade that you weren't at all affected by this. "Congratulations President Snow."

Coriolanus gives you that same small and smug smile. "Thank you," he says calmly. His expression turns to one that was more serious than before as he continues to speak to you in a very soft and subtle tone. "Before I let you leave...I need to ask you something."

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

Coriolanus leans forward slightly towards you without breaking eye contact as his hand comes up to gently tuck a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ears. "Are you going to continue to accept me and keep my secrets," he asks softly, his look becoming almost like a demanding challenge. You couldn't help but stare deep into his hauntingly blue eyes as he waits for your response.

You scoff. "I no longer need to do that, Mr.President. You are no longer my responsibility. So, I think it's best that we keep our affairs separate." You state in a firm tone.

Coriolanus leans back and his eyes narrow a bit as he processes your answer. "Oh?" he replied softly like he was testing you in one way or another. "And here I thought I could trust you fully."

"So did I. But unfortunately, you have failed to meet those expectations. And it somehow fits because it's the things we love the most that destroy us." You say with a small smirk. Your voice mellows into a quieter tone. "I wish you a good night, President Snow." And with that, you turn around and leave him alone with his thoughts.

Coriolanus looks completely stunned and caught off guard by your sudden attitude and the words you spoke to him. He wasn't used to people challenging him and especially not people telling him that he has failed to meet their expectations. He watches you as you make your way out of the gate, and he wants nothing more than to tell you to come back and continue to plead for you to stay in his life. However, he forces himself to stay silent and allows you to leave.

[The End]

***Thank you so much for reading! Hope you liked the ending although it’s a bit sad, but I feel like in the longer the reader would be much happier not being involved with someone like Snow. I know we love him! But I try to stay as true to the character as possible while writing and I hope that I did justice with his character and the reader’s as well! To be honest, multiple different endings were going through my head, some of them with Snow killing the reader. I mean I wanted a tragic ending, but not too extreme. LOL. Even though Snow is quite extreme, and one doesn’t know what might rile him up that will end up with the other person dead. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! :) ***

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